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anonymous asked:

I want to listen to some podcasts but my english is not that good so can you rec me podcasts with transcripts

i’m actually just the right person to go to for this because i have a really hard time paying attention to podcasts.  my mind tends to wander without a firm focus point and i miss entire chunks of episodes so it really helps to have a page up so i can follow along with my eyes.  of the ones i listen to, these are the ones that i know have at least some transcripts:

  • the bright sessions - a lot of season two’s are missing, but one and three are fully available
  • the penumbra podcast - they are currently attempting to set up a fan-run transcription tumblr but, in the meantime and if you can afford it, they do have season two’s transcripts available if you’re a patreon supporter
  • welcome to night vale - the night vale presents shows are your best friends because they have very dedicated fanbases that get the transcripts up crazy fast (and joseph and jeffrey are super cool about them existing), so there’s also…
  • alice isn’t dead
  • within the wires
  • the orbiting human circus (of the air)
  • tanis - this one is not current, cuts out partway through season two, but they do have transcripts available if you’re a patreon supporter (though they are super slow to get them out, just fyi)
  • the black tapes
  • ars paradoxica
  • limetown - unfortunately only the first four (of six) episodes are transcribed

hope this helps!  ❤

Preservation through Poetry:

Tape is Evil

Tape is evil, tape is bad
Tape makes Preservation staff really really mad.
Scotch, masking, duct or the blue one used by a painter,
None of these should be used; you’ll thank us later.
Tape is made of two parts: a carrier and the glue
One will degrade over time, the other too.
The carrier will dry out, crumble and crack,
The adhesive will seep out or lose its tack.
The glue could ooze onto the photos, you see
Or it could fuse the papers, we won’t get them free.
Normally tape would be used for attaching fragments and closing rips.
But this is not the best archival practice, please take these tips.
So what should be used instead, you ask?
We have a couple options, depending on the task.
First, we could mend it using a wheat starch paste,
Which is applied to an archival tissue, with ease, not haste.
The tissue with paste is then laid over the fragment or tear,
Providing stabilization for the paper from handling and wear.
Second, if the page is torn or has fragments abound,
We place them in a Mylar sleeve, so later they can be found.
The sleeve keeps the loose fragments together with the original sheet,
Without all the pieces, this page would be incomplete.
The longevity of the papers and photos are what we guarantee,
Here in the St. Louis Preservation Lab at the NPRC.

TorhallasSharingProject pt4

Hi Everyone,
The time has come to start sharing the accumulation of decks in my divinationspace. I had originally only had seven decks to share. When The English Magic Tarot came up on Amazon recently at an extra super bargain, I got carried away (plus the one I opened was bad enough to warrant a defective claim, so they replaced the whole order). Now I do believe this particular printing run had intermittent cutting issues. Reviews over all are good though.

All the decks but 2 (Sweet Twilight Tarot  & The Fey Tarot) are sealed the way they came. When I looked at the open ones they just didn’t click my clock. The cellophane is sealed to the tuck boxes with acid free archival tape. My way to protect them.

There will be Three Winners this fourth time around. Chosen with a RNG.

The winners may choose from the list below.

  • The English Magic Tarot (3 copies)
  • Sweet Twilight (opened but unused) just didn’t click
  • The Slow Holler Tarot 
  • The Fay Tarot (opened but unused) just didn’t click
  • Pagan Otherworlds Tarot 
  • 1889 Lenormand Oracle &
  • Faërie Enchantments Oracle

First place goes first and so on.

Rules as they will appear for each deck as They are posted throughout the year.

  • You don’t have following me.
  • This giveaway lasts for the rest of the year starting February 19th with the first deck. Then approx. every 28 days there after.
  • One entry per person.
  • Reblog this post to enter the giveaway.
  • Likes do not count.
  • Please do not delete or edit the text of this post it will disqualify you.
  • You must be at 18+ years to enter (Tumblr guidelines). 
  • Your ask box must be open so I can contact you.
  • This give-a-way is in no way affiliated with Tumblr.
  • Please do not tag this giveaway or the PTB’s will disappear it.  

The winners will be chosen Monday the 15th of May 2017 at noon MST and notified via Ask

I hope I’ve covered everything.

Good Luck

☆ Free! Washi tape ;A; I’m lucky to have the opportunity to get these made ;A; I’ll only have a few tapes made for now but if you guys are interested do tell me! I’ll be submitting the order tomorrow > w < I’ve been so busy lately since I’m preparing for a con and now I have a reason to draw these babies again ;A; <333

Torhallas Sharing Project The Ghetto Tarot

Hi Everyone,
The time has come to start sharing the accumulation of decks in my divinationspace. I had originally only had seven decks to share. When The English Magic Tarot came up on Amazon recently at an extra super bargain, I got carried away (plus the one I opened was bad enough to warrant a defective claim, so they replaced the whole order). Now I do believe this particular printing run had intermittent cutting issues. Reviews over all are good though.
All the decks but 2 (Sweet Twilight Tarot  & Fey Tarot) are sealed the way they came. When I looked at the open ones they just didn’t click my clock. The cellophane is sealed to the tuck boxes with acid free archival tape. My way to protect them.

The Ghetto Tarot is the giveaway choice this time around.

Rules as they will appear for each deck as They are posted throughout the year.

  • You don’t have following me.
  • This giveaway lasts for the rest of the year starting February 19th with the first deck. Then approx. every 28 days there after.
  • One entry per person.
  • Reblog this post to enter the giveaway.
  • Likes do not count.
  • Please do not delete or edit the text of this post it will disqualify you.
  • You must be at 18+ years to enter (Tumblr guidelines).
  • Your ask box must be open so I can contact you. 
  • This give-a-way is in no way affiliated with Tumblr.
  • Please do not tag this giveaway or the PTB’s will disappear it.  

The winner will be chosen Friday the 21st at noon MST and notified via Ask

I hope I’ve covered everything.

Good Luck

i know its four in the morning and no one is around but i need to get this off my chest

why did hollywood decide that every cop show and movie will collect evidence and put it into a plastic bag???? that’s not what they do??? anywhere?? it causes mold growth???? there is not a single piece of evidence that you could ever collect that would be good to put into a plastic bag??? they use paper???

and on top of that? why would these cop shows ignore forensic experts they probably hired for information about this? why are plastic bags more glamorous than paper bags? i don’t get it??? why make a deliberate choice to use plastic instead of paper??? its so aNNOYING

especially when i see bullshit fake posts about people saying they had things collected as evidence like their cellphones or some crap and trying to pass it off as real like bitch i see you. i know the truth. thats some fake ass story you got since nO POLICE AGENCY USES PLASTIC BAGS TO PACKAGE EVIDENCE EVER

Crisis of Confidence

I’m having the worst time writing. Like many of us writers, I think that my writing is shit. When this happens, I turn to fan fiction. But even now, I’m dying over this.

So here’s a snippet. I normally wouldn’t do this, but I I’m posting an unfinished piece to see what people think. This is my first attempt at a Reader narrator, and I think that’s throwing me off. Thoughts?

Seth RollinsXReader

—————-

You’re in the middle of a mixed tag team match. Your partner, Seth Rollins, currently had a choke hold on Chris Jericho. Charlotte glared at you from across the ring. You were the new number one contender to the women’s championship. The match was weeks away, but this would be the first time in months that you were paired against Charlotte. She was more than intimidating. You were determined not to let your fear show.

Jericho broke the choke hold, wiggling away from Seth quickly enough that he tagged in Charlotte. Because of the stupid rules, that meant you were in.

“You got this,” Seth said as you switched places.

You vaguely registered the fact that he was especially attractive when he was sweaty. The thought completely drifted away when you locked eyes with Charlotte.

Her smile was smug. And for good reason. You slowly circled each other. You felt like prey being stalked. The feeling didn’t sit well with you.

You attacked first.

In a blink, you were on the ground. Charlotte had the cover. You kicked out at two.

You scrambled away on your butt. You needed to focus. You needed this win.

“Get up, dammit,” Seth yelled.

You growled in general annoyance. Using the ropes as leverage, you pulled yourself to your feet.

You could do this.

You charged Charlotte, grabbing her around her middle. The crowd roared as you flipped her over your head in a suplex. You hooked her leg.

Jericho broke the cover by dragging you away by your leg. You flailed, kicking at him. Seth appeared, superkicking Jericho, who let you go as he fell.

Fuming, you started kicking Jericho’s middle.

“Whoa, whoa,” Seth grabbed you by your middle and dragged you, flailing, away from Jericho. His bare chest was slick and warm against your back. For a moment, you didn’t hate the skimpy sports bra you were wearing.

“Put me down!” You shrieked. You elbowed him in the stomach, rolling away when he dropped you. You turned on him, fuming. He was bent over, clutching his stomach. “I don’t need your help!”

When he straightened, his face was set in anger. He started to say something, but you pushed him as hard as you could. The crowd reacted with “oooh”s.

Seth barely budged. His jaw clenched as he glared at you.

Then an arm was around your middle and Charlotte pulled you into a small package. Surprised, you didn’t react in time.

One, two, three.

The bell clanged and Charlotte let you go.

You covered your face with your hands. Once more, you let your temper get the best of you.

When you opened your eyes, Seth was standing over you. His hands were clenched into fists.

“What was that?” He demanded.

You slowly climbed to your feet and ignored him. Charlotte and Jericho were already down the ramp, celebrating their victory. You watched them, angry and defeated.

“Hey, hey, hey. Y/N, I’m talking to you.” Seth’s voice suddenly came over the arena. You turned to find him with microphone in hand. “What’s wrong with you? You claim to be a fighter, huh? You’re the best thing to happening to the women’s division, huh?”

Without a microphone, you raise your chin, glaring at him the best you could.

“You’re nothing but a pain in the ass. A whiney little girl.”

Your anger boiled. You stomped over to Seth. He didn’t move when you pushed at him again. Damn his strength.

You grabbed the microphone out of his hand. “I’m a pain in the ass?! That’s rich, coming from the cockiest jerk in the company. Tell me, Seth, when was the last time you won a match when it mattered? Huh, ‘champ?’ When push comes to shove, at the end of the day, you can’t. Get. It. Up.” The crowd went crazy at that.

You dropped the mic at his feet. In your haze of hurt and anger, you made the stupid mistake of staring at him and taking a step closer. The look on his face was dangerous. You didn’t care. You weren’t going to take his brand of shit anymore.

That’s when he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you against him. Then his mouth was on yours and your head was spinning and the crowd was roaring or was that the blood in your ears?

You kissed him back because damn if you haven’t thought about it. And like everything else, he knew what he was doing.

He broke the kiss first. His self centered smirk turned your passion back into rage.

Two can play this game.

Bracing yourself with his shoulders, you jumped up, pulling his face back down to yours as you wrapped your legs around his waist. The bastard held you as if you weighed nothing.

Then you maneuvered so your legs were at his shoulders and your head was near the ground. And you threw him in a hurricanrana.

You left him, stunned, in the middle of the ring.

Everyone stared at you backstage but no one talked to you. You stormed into the women’s locker room and punched one of the metal lockers. The wrap around your knuckles numbed the pain.

“You ok?”

You looked up. Bayley, Nia, and Sasha were in the locker room. You didn’t even know that they were still here.

“Peachy.” Your cutting tone proved that you weren’t so peachy. You swung another punch at an open locker. It slammed shut with a satisfying bang.

The door to the locker room swung open. You glared at the entrant.

Seth FREAKIN Rollins. With his bare chest and his drying hair and his god damn arms.

“Get out,” he growled, casting a glance at the three other women.

You ignored everything around you as they left. You started unwrapping your knuckles, really pulling at the tape.

“What the fuck was that?”

You continued ignoring Seth, turning your back on him. One hand was free from the tape. You worked on the other hand.

“Don’t fucking turn your back to me.” His hand on your shoulder. It took all your effort to not flip him over your shoulder. Or try, anyway. You knew he only sold that hurricanarra because it would look cool, because the audience would pop, because his reputation could take it.

That pissed you off even more.

But you let him spin you around. You slapped his hands away.

“Don’t touch me, Rollins,” you said.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair, right at the root. “You don’t talk to me like that.”

“Let. Me. Go.”

He leaned in so that his mouth was right next to your ear. His hair tickled your cheek. “Make. Me.” He whispered, his breath hot against your neck.

You snaked your fingers into his hair, scratching at his scalp as you pulled tight, and tugged at his hair. Hard.

It surprised him enough that he released his hold.

You put a good five foot distance between the two of you. He was bigger, but you fought dirty. There was a reason most of the fans hated you.

“What is your problem?” You yelled.

“My problem?” He cackled there, that infuriating cackle. “Sweetheart, you’re the one with the problem.”

“Yeah, and that problem is named Seth Rollins.”

“Please.” He oozed attitude. “I’ve seen you look at me, babe. You’re just pissy because I won’t fuck you.”

Won’t. That one word hit you in the stomach like a bullet.

Won’t.

You weren’t like most of the women in the division. You didn’t care about looking sexy or being sexy or pretty or anything. You wore pants and boots, not cute bright ones like Bayley, but dark ones. You didn’t wear skimpy tops. You wore sports bras and a tank top. Your hair wasn’t long and curled. You kept it shoulder length and out of your face in two french braids. You were here to kick ass. To dominate. To show them that the women could be just as good as the men.

But it worked too well.

Because even Seth Rollins won’t look your way twice.

You felt tears prickle at the corners of your eyes but you refused to cry, especially not in front of him.

Instead, you ripped off the last of the tape from around your hands.

And somehow your anger grew even more.

“Why did you kiss me in the middle of the ring, then?” You asked. Calmly. Too calmly.

Smug. Egotistical. You needed a thesaurus to describe his smirk. “Because I needed to shut you up somehow.”

You smiled. But it was your crazy smile.

“So you’re a tease,” you said.

“I’m not a tease.”

You sigh. “Then I was right. You really can’t get it up.”

He laughed. “This is your plan? This is how you’re trying to seduce me?”

“Rollins, if I were trying to seduce you, you’d be on your back and I’d be sitting on your face.”

“I don’t think so.”

You stepped toward him. “Is that a challenge?”

“Doesn’t matter,” he said, stepping closer to you.

“Why?”

You were chest to chest now.

“Because,” his lips hovered over yours. “I’d have to be interested.”

Your breath hitched as his lips grazed yours, soft, barely there. More like a whisper than a kiss.

“And I’m not.” His heat was gone suddenly. You blinked, unable to focus for a moment. When you did, he was smirking again, across the room, arms folded, biceps bulging. Then he was turning, walking away, leaving.

“What?” You asked. Everything was confusing for a moment. He had that effect on you.

“I said,” he spelled it out slowly, as if your english wasn’t too good. “I’m not interested in you.”

And then he was gone. Final words and all.

You tugged at the last of the wrist wraps and pretended that your eyes weren’t blurry with tears.

3

Like how they learn most things about each other- they were having a stupid petty fight. Rick got annoyed enough that he yelled at Stan in Spanish, expecting the insult to go over his head. He was not expecting a reply. What concerned him far more than Stan understanding the insult though, was that it implied that all those drunken romantic admissions of affection he’d often said in Spanish were also understood… 

“Yes Sanchez, I know you’re an emotional sap when you think no one can understand you.” wubba lubba dub dub

😊Mr. Mom (Grayson x Reader)

Summary: Y/N having six kids with Grayson, 4 boys and then last twin girls and he trying to manage the kids a whole weekend on his own because she’s going on a business trip but he eventually wants Ethan’s help and they end up doing it much worse than it was.

Warnings: None

A/N: I wasn’t raised around kids so this was a little challenging to write, but I hope I did it justice for you and I hope you enjoy it :) Requests are OPEN

Originally posted by thedolangifs

Grayson’s POV

“Now Grayson are you sure you can take care of Jason, Michael, Justin, Ryan, Madison, and Morgan? I can take them to my mom’s it’s no trouble at all!” My wife, Y/N, worries. This weekend she has to go on a business trip to New York so it will be just the kids and I.

“Y/N honey I’ve told you I’ll be fine! Relax and go have fun on this trip. Bring back some souvenirs for us.” I said giving her a kiss and pushing her out of the door into her taxi. I could hear her mumbling something, but I was too eager to spend the weekend with my adorable children. Jason was nine and Michael was almost eight so I could teach them how to play football. Michael is a troublemaker I swear he’s probably Ethan’s kid. Justin was six so I knew he would want to play with the older boys, but I know he’s not exactly the one for sports. I have a feeling he will be more of a music kid like his momma so I’ll find her old ukulele and let him strum a couple cords. Ryan, Madison, and Morgan are all around the same age. Ryan was three while the twins were two. The girls mainly slept and cried so I wasn’t too worried about them. This weekend was going to be nice and relaxing with my kids.

I walk inside and I see none of the kids are in the living room. “Justin!” I called out. “Michael? Ryan! Jason!” I run up the stairs and I see the twins are in their crib asleep where they were when Y/N left.

“Go!” I heard Michael shout and I run out of the girls room to see Jason and Justin were sitting on Ryan’s crib mattress on top of the stairs. Just then Michael pushes the mattress and the mattress bounces down the stairs with the boys sledding down.

“Michael Bailey Dolan! What do you think you guys are doing?!” I shouted as I grabbed Ryan and held him in my arms. I then watch the mattress hit a bookshelf and rock gently back and forth before falling on top of the mattress, barely missing the boys.

“Again!” Justin chants as Jason tries to push the bookshelf off.

“No not again! Boys wash up and get ready for dinner!”

“What are we going to eat? Mom didn’t go grocery shopping before she left.” Jason says taking his helmet off. I walk down the stairs with Ryan still in my arms.

“What are you talking about? She went shopping yesterday.” I walked over to the fridge and I noticed the fridge was already opened. I quickly set Ryan down and I see the fridge has baking soda, some lemons, and some condiments. I turned the the sea of boys behind me. “Where is all the food? Your mother just went shopping yesterday.”

“We are growing boys dad. We have to eat.” Jason says laughing as the boys chime in with agreements.

“Plus we have to feed stripes.” Justin says smiling. I cock my head in confusion.

“Stripes? Who’s Stripes?” I asked concerned.

“Our new cat. I’ll go grab him.” Jason says as he attempts to run out of the room, almost tripping over Ryan who started crying. I grabbed Ryan as I softly bounded him up and down on my hip trying to soothe him.

“Michael I swear–” I looked around to see that Michael wasn’t in the kitchen anymore, but now I see Stripes. “Is that a raccoon?!” I asked as I grabbed Justin’s hand pulling him back from the so called cat.

“No it’s a cat. Michael found him by the trash two days ago so he’s been in our closet.” Jason says holding the snarling raccoon.

“Kids put that thing–Where is Michael?” I asked looking around the kitchen.

“He’s playing train with Morgan and Madison.” Jason says pointing to the living room. I see the tiny train track Justin got for Christmas from his grandparents and I see Morgan was wrapped up in her blanket and she was lying on the track. I see Madison was lying asleep on the couch all swaddled up.

“Michael Bailey Dolan have you lost your mind?!” I shouted and I handed Ryan to Jason and grabbed Morgan off the tracks and Madison off the couch. “That’s it! I’ll calling Ethan. Go to your rooms now!” I shouted and I walked up the stairs with the kids racing past me. I lied the twins in their cribs and I went to the boys room. Michael and Jason were playing FIFA and Justin was reading a book. I shut the door to both rooms and I look down the stairs. I grab my phone and dial Ethan’s number.

Ring

Ring

Ring

Ri–Hello?

“Ethan! Come over now. I can’t raise these kids on my own and Y/N is in New York.” I plead and I don’t hear anything but I know he’s thinking. “Ethan please.” I said and he still says nothing. “Ethan you’ve always been the smarter twin. You’ve always looked better and you have wayyyyy better game than I ever did with girls.” I said rolling my eyes. I looked down when I rolled my eyes and I saw Ryan’s crib mattress was still there. “RYAN!!!”

“I’m on my way.” Ethan says on the other line.

***

“Grayson how do you lose a kid. Not just any kid, but your youngest son? Like how the heck?” Ethan asked as he was cleaning up around the house.

“Ethan I don’t know! Y/N is going to kill me! She’s never going to let me be around the kids again! She’s going to want a divorce! Ugh E this is bad. We have to find him!” I said frantically checking all the closets in the house thinking maybe he crawled in there. I ran up the stairs and kept checking on the girls making sure the boys aren’t doing anything dumb. I see Ethan was in the girl’s room just watching them.

“How can you tell them apart?” He asked as he grabbed their feet and wiggled them. I shrugged.

“Morgan’s poops smell worse than Madison’s. That’s about how I do it.” I said as we laughed. I shooed Ethan to go downstairs as I checked the boy’s room. I opened the door to see Justin was playing on the iPad on his bed. He was the only one I saw though. “Justin where are your brothers?” I asked as I frantically looked throughout the room. He shrugged at me not taking his eyes off the iPad. I grunted annoyed and I storm out of the room. “Michael? Jason! Come here now!” I hollered at the top of the stairs. “E!”

“I can’t fi–” Ethan was walking towards the stairs when he walked straight into saran wrap in the doorway from the kitchen to the living room. Ethan stood there shocked wondering what happened. “Dude! These kids are devils!” Ethan said as he punched the plastic wrap.

“Hold on E I’ll help you.” I said as I stormed down the stairs. “Boys come here ri–” I was cut off when I ran into saran wrap at the end of the stairs. The bottom half of my ran into the plastic which knocked me off balance and I flipped over the railing landing on my back.

“Michael Bailey Dolan! Jason Anthony Dolan! Come here now or I will call your mother!” I shouted when I heard Ethan scream. “Ethan!” I jumped to my feet and ran into the kitchen forgetting about the saran wrap as I ran full force into the plastic. The wrap ripped as I fell to the floor with the wrap clinging to me.

“Gray help!” Ethan shouted. I looked to see he was duct taped and wrapped in saran wrap from his ankles to his neck. His feet were duct taped together too.

“Ethan what the hell happened?” I asked as I felt my feet being dragged from behind. I tried to wiggle free, but they had taped my feet together and the saran wrap was around my body from running into the kitchen. I felt Jason sit on my back as Michael taped my arms together. “Michael Bailey and Jason Anthony I swear if you don’t free uncle E and I right now and help us find Ryan you will be grounded until I have to wear diapers.” I heard the boys just laugh.

“I have dad. You go get uncle E.” Michael says and Jason gets off of my back as I see Jason walk into the kitchen and drag E out into the living room.

“My God Grayson these kids are little devils!” Ethan says as he tries to wriggle free from the tape and wrap.

“Eth don’t even try. Look at who their dad and uncle are.” I groaned as Michael and Jason leaned E and I next to each other. “Just make sure you find Ryan.”

“Oh we know where Ryan is, but that’s for mom to find out.” Jason says as he tears the wrapping off the stairs and runs up there and comes back with Stripes and Justin.

“Dad?” Justin asks as he holds the iPad in his arms. Ethan and I are tied up in saran wrap and duct taped together. I’m currently missing a son and who knows if the girl’s are okay. Ryan’s mattress is still on the floor in the living room and God knows that raccoon is around here somewhere. Just then I see the boys grab a brown paper sack and take out three things. Silly string, glitter, and feathers.

“Boys don’t do–” Before I could finish my sentence, Michael and Jason sprayed Ethan and I with pink and lavender silly string. I gave up. I needed Y/N’s help. Ethan and I sat there as we were being sprayed. Justin then threw the glitter on top of us when I heard a familiar noise.

“Michael Bailey, Jason Anthony, Justin Grant! What is going on here?” I heard Y/N’s voice boom and the boys stopped everything.

“Mom!” They all cheered in unison. I looked up to a smiling Y/N.

“Clean up this mess now and you two are grounded for two weeks. Justin you help now.” Y/N says as she walks over to Ethan and I. The boys grab us a towel and begin to clean us. Y/N helps Ethan and I break free from the tape and wrapping. We all walk into the kitchen as the boys continue cleaning the living room. Y/N left Ethan and I in the kitchen as she walked upstairs and grabbed the twins to bring them down handing one of them to me.

“So Y/N how do you tell them apart?” Ethan asked referring to the girls.

“Oh it’s not that hard. Madison has a tiny little birthmark on her left ankle and Morgan’s poops smell worse.” She says as we all laugh. I was bobbing one of the twins when she looked at me.

“What?” I asked chuckling.

“Y/N honey I’ve told you I’ll be fine! Relax and go have fun on this trip. Sound familiar?” Y/N says mockingly. I rolled my eyes.

“How often does this happen?” I asked as Ethan and I exchanged a look.

“Let me guess, you still haven’t found Ryan?” She guesses and neither one of us say anything. Ethan shoves some oreos into his mouth as he shrugs. Y/N sighs followed by a smile and she walks behind Ethan and opens the bottom cabinet under the sink. There was a Ryan sitting there chewing on a teething ring. “Gray the boys aren’t even 5 foot tall yet. Where else would they hide him?” She grabs Ryan and bobs him up and down as she has the other twin in her other arm. She looked liked a supermom and I just fell in love even more.

“What about the raccoon?” Ethan asked and Y/N eyes widened.

“Raccoon?” She asked confused and Ethan pointed to our trashcan where Stripes was. She handed me the other twin and handed Ryan to Ethan and she grabbed a broom and shooed the raccoon out the backdoor. “I don’t think the kids understand you’re allergic.” She laughed as she took the kids back giving me a kiss.

“I love you. Please never leave me again.” I begged while she laughed then I remembered. “Why did you come back though?  Weren’t you supposed to be gone for three days? What you couldn’t trust me?” I asked laughing and she shook her head.

“Well originally my flight was moved to tomorrow morning for risk of severe weather today, but I’m glad I came back or else I wouldn’t have had a house because the kids would have burned it down.” She says and we all laughed. Ethan soon heads home dead set on never having kids and soon it’s almost time for bed. We fixed up Ryan’s crib and we put Morgan and Madison in their crib and lied Ryan down too. We went and checked on the boy’s who were all mostly asleep except for Justin who was watching cartoons. Y/N and I walked down stairs when I wrapped my arms softly behind her.

“I love you.” I mumbled against her shoulder. She just started to giggle.

“I love you too Gray, but next time the kids are going to my mom’s.” She says and I laughed and gave her a gentle peck on the lips.

“Fair enough.” We sat on the couch and watched a movie as she curls into me falling asleep on me. Being mom is hard enough, but I can’t be Mr. Mom.

anonymous asked:

I seen that you have US Sans be able to drive a motorcycle in your fanfic, so care to share a few headcanons on that? Also, how would Blueberry react to having a crush on a tough biker chick that enjoys racing against him on the open road?

*Sure thing!  Even though Blueberry is a Papyrus-personality, he’s still a Sans to me, so I try to keep some of those Sans quirks with him.  A love of stars/space is one thing, and the motorcycle is basically just Sans’s version of Papyrus’s sports car, since Sans is riding a tricycle on the open road.  Although a fun fact is that I actually headcanon UT!Sans as riding a moped (because I originally mistook the tricycle as one).  

Cars always seemed a bit big for Blueberry.  He likes to be in control, and while the idea of being able to take his friends along as passengers in a car appeals to him, he still prefers something with more maneuverability.  With a motorcycle, he feels like he has total control over it’s movements, be it with the way he leans his body with the bike, or the way he can easily weave between cars on the road.  

Blueberry likes power.  He wants to soar down the highway, and he’s a little bit on the reckless side.  Thankfully, his control of blue magic helps him prevent any wrecks.  

His motorcycle is flashy and expensive.  It’s got blue lights that illuminate the road around him at night.  

He likes to get into impromptu street races.  And by that, I mean he watched a street racing movie once and decided that’s just what humans do.  He’ll shout at the drivers at red lights and attempt to race them, and his efforts double if he sees another motorcyclist.  He won’t use his magic during a race unless it’s to help one of the other drivers or stop himself from potentially wrecking into them.  

Stretch is adamantly against the races and whoever let Blueberry watch the movie is in for a Bad Time.


US!Sans–Blueberry the Biker:

She always seemed the most beautiful to him when she was leaned over her bike and wearing a smirk.

On one of the days when Blueberry was trying to engage the drivers around him in a friendly street race (how else was he supposed to make friends with the human drivers?), she pulled up next to him on a motorcycle.  There was a part of him that was intimidated; after all, she looked tough in her leather jacket, tight jeans, and knee-high black boots.  He couldn’t see her eyes behind her sunglasses, but an amused smile was curving her lips.  “Sure, I’ll take you up on that, Bones.”

Of course, she thoroughly beat Blueberry, but he gave her a run for her money.  After expressing his admiration for her racing prowess, Blueberry set about trying to beat her.  Day after day, he’d meet her at the same spot and demand a rematch.  On days that she didn’t show up, he felt antsy.  On the days that she did, it felt like his SOUL was thrumming in his chest.  What was once the desire to push himself to be the best motorcycle racer he could be had slowly shifted to him just wanting to grab her attention.  He bought his own leather jacket, and when she didn’t comment, he went to Red for help.  

The next day, he appeared wearing the arm costume tattoo arm sleeves over his bones, thick-soled combat boots, huge sunglasses, chaps over his pants with chains hanging down from the sides, fingerless gloves, a skull-and-crossbone shirt, and the leather jacket with spiked studs all over the shoulders. 
….Yeah, Edge may have walked in and decided to lend his expertise, too.

The biker chick started laughing, and Blueberry looked crestfallen.  “Oh, Bones, what… haha, dude, what’re you wearing?”

His cheeks magically puffed out in a pout.  “WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?  THIS IS WHAT ALL BIKERS WEAR!  AND I’M CLEARLY A BIKER, SO I SHOULD DRESS MORE APPROPRIATELY!”  His cheekbones are dusted a light blue, and he’s gripping the handlebars of his bike tight to keep himself from bolting.  Ugh, she’s laughing at him!  He never should have consulted those two.  

“Bones, you’re not a biker–”

“MY NAME I-ISN’T BONES!  IT’S THE MAGNIFICENT SANS!”  Oh, stars, his voice cracked a little, but if she’s going to make fun of him, then she doesn’t get to use a nickname.  

“Okay, Sans.  There’s nothing wrong with what you were wearing before.  So why the sudden change?”

“I JUST WANTED TO LOOK COOL LIKE YOU!” He suddenly admits, feeling stupid.  His eyesockets are burning, but he’s not a babybones; he’s not going to cry.   

She looks taken aback and stares at him for a moment.  A slow smile curves her lips, and she steps over to him and pulls his sunglasses off.  How did he–oh, it was taped on with duct tape, the manliest of tapes.  It takes an awkward couple of seconds longer than it should have because of this, but she finally manages to wiggle his glasses free of the tape.  His eyelights are wide as he stares up at her, and she tips her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose to meet his gaze.  “I already think you look cool.”

“Y..YOU DO?”  His eyelights instantly shift into stars.  She grins, nodding.

“Dude, you’re a literal skeleton on a motorcycle.  It doesn’t get much cooler than that.”

Huh.  He never thought of it like that, but now that she’s mentioned it.. that does sound super cool!  His confidence is back, and he mweh heh’s a couple of times, squaring his shoulders.  “WELL, I CAN’T ARGUE WITH THAT LOGIC!  AND.. I DO KINDA MISS MY BANDANNA.”

“Well, why don’t you go change, and then we can race?”

He blinks, his head tilting.  “WHY DO I NEED TO CHANGE TO RACE?”

The biker chick grins, sliding a finger across his jaw, before she hooks the end of his sunglasses through the collar of his shirt.  “Because we’re not going to race here.”  He looks confused, and she smirks. “We’re going to race to dinner.”

And that’s how Blueberry scored a date with a smokin’ hot biker chick.  Red and Edge take all the credit for scoring him that date.  

anonymous asked:

do you still love the black tapes? if so can we get some strand/reagan? ;u;

i always love tbtp and i will always draw strand/reagan forever

if you don’t specify what u want when u request a ship, i typically default to shameless fluff, ahhhhhahh